C1040 Is My Brain Damaged?

Lin Zhiyun was dressed in a cinched red dress, her head covered with a red scarf that concealed her face from view.

Despite her hidden features, the curves of her graceful figure and the delicate hands peeking out from her red sleeves still sent Zhong Wen's heart racing uncontrollably.

"Sister, what's this about?"

The light in the room had somehow grown dimmer